Out of my Control

Chapter Eight

Katrina Stephens

My body is on fire from his gaze alone. The smoldering heat from his eyes has me wanting to say fuck it and let all my ambitions go. I have never met a man who I have craved so desperately as I do him, and I barely know him. Maybe that is my problem I have always wanted to know someone for some time before being intimate, but where has that led me...nowhere.

"You're thinking too much." Stop smiling at me like that. My heart is already beating erratically just being in the proximity of you. "I meant it, angel..." Closing my eyes as his fingers skim down my neck. "We don't have to do anything. I am happy just being in your presence." He's not real. He cannot be fucking real!

Fluttering my eyes open as my hand lands on his chest. His heart is pounding in his chest just as fast as mine is. Shit like this doesn't just happen! There is no denying the chemistry. "Johnny." It's barely a whisper as I tug him closer to me by his shirt. "Kiss me." His lips slam against mine as my hand explores his chest. No man has ever kissed me the way he does. So much damn passion as our tongues mingles together. Trailing my hand up and tugging on the hair on the back of his neck. His moans vibrate inside me has me whimpering for more of him.

There are too many clothes between us. I desperately want to feel his skin on mine. I'm not going to fight this feeling right now; this pull is too damn strong to deny. "Katrina." My name rolling off his tongue has me almost come undone. It's been so long; I want to feel it all.

"Touch me." Anywhere, everywhere!

"Fuck!" His hands shake as they skim my body. A man like him should not be nervous, but I feel it, I see it. This gives me the courage to move my hands down and slowly raise his shirt. I have been dying to get my hands on his chest. Ripping his shirt right off and pressing me back against the wall. Fuck, indeed. No man has ever looked this good in my eyes before. "Are you sure?"

In this moment I am one hundred percent sure. Ask me again in the morning. "Yes." His lips are on mine again as his hands roam my body. His touch scorches and soothes my skin all at once. My hands go to his pants, but he stops me slamming my hands above my head.

"We have all night, angel." All night! He's joking... right? "Has no one ever taken their time with you?" Shaking my head, the growl that leaves his chest sends shivers through my body. "Fucking idiots! Don't worry I will show you what it's like to be adored and worshipped like you should be." Keep talking like that and it will be all over in a minute as I combust. His lips trail down my neck to my collarbone placing delicate kisses everywhere he can. "Let me take care of you." Dropping to his knees my legs shake as the sweatpants I'm wearing fall to the ground.

"Johnny." I can't take it. Goosebumps cover my skin as his teeth catch on my underwear bringing them down my legs. That tongue of his lapping at my skin as he lifts my leg to remove them from my body.

"Fucking gorgeous." My face heats up more from the compliment. No one has ever sounded as sincere as he does in this moment. Wiggling in place as his hands roam up my legs, his heavy breath I can feel it on every inch of my body. How the hell is that possible? I cry out as his tongue laps over my core that is aching for so much from this man. "Angel." Those piercing eyes look up into mine as he drives his tongue deep inside me.

"Holy shit!" Grabbing onto the frame of the door so I don't collapse from the intense feeling he gives me. Swirling his tongue has me a wet mess already. His beard tickles but heightens this intense feeling he is giving me. Laughing and moaning at the same time. He is driving me crazy with just his tongue. When his big strong hands lift my legs up onto his shoulders my legs wrap around him tightly. Oh fuck! My hips move on their own accord, and he dives his tongue in deeper.